//------------------------------// // Chapter 4: I'm Gonna Be Here For a While, Aren't I? // Story: Help! I've Turned Into a Princess! // by ScorchingFlamesInc //------------------------------// The three men sat at the kitchen table, each sipping a beer. "Alright," George set his can down and rubbed his hands together. "So how are we gonna do this? If we want the government here to give us cash and fame, we'll need to do more then a phone call. They'll either think we're crazy, pranking them, or just won't want to listen." "Don't you have the sheriff's phone number?" Hunter asked. "Yes. How so?" "Well..." Hunter began. "We need to start with a law-related group higher than us. It will then build like a trail. Depending on how it goes, it could go from us, to the police, to another higher power, all the way to the president himself!" "Not a bad idea," Darryl admired. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a clump of cartoonish feathers, a few of them purple while others were pink. "Where did you get those?" queried George. "When we clipped the creature's wings, I pocketed a few for myself when we did so." "Why?" Darryl shrugged. "No reason. But I pulled these out so we can mail it to the sheriff and then have him mail it to others. If we're lucky and the package is shipped to someone with ties to the government, they should be here to pick the horse up in a couple weeks." "I'll get the orange envelopes!" Hunter proclaimed getting off his chair. Outside... a few minutes later... I've only been outside for a few minutes and I'm already going crazy! As I said earlier, there is shit almost everywhere! I actually feel like I'm walking on land mines. I actually found a clean, poop-free spot and began to go territorial over it. "Shoo!" I screamed to a horse getting near. "MY spot!" It looked at me as if I lost my marbles, before it turned around and went on it's way. If there was ever the chance I would need to use the bathroom (which I hopefully won't), I planned on going into the minefield and hoping for the best. Even though I knew I would hate it with all my heart. But luckily, I had no reason to go. So I just sat down. I can already see my mane begin to get frumpy and unkempt. And my body also began to get dirty, with clumps of dirt and a few minor scratches from God knows what! Maybe the guys drug me across the dirt accidentally while I was unconsious. I don't know. I wasn't awake! I heard the door open and I looked up. From a distance, I saw a man, one that I haven't seen before, make his way to the gate. He appeared to be holding something in his hand. "COME HERE, GIRL!" he called. All the other horses came over, but I stayed where I was, hoping he wasn't calling for me. But I guess he actually was calling for me. Because even with all the other horses standing in front of him, posssibly staring at what he had in his hand, he was still calling for one more horse... or in this case, pony. "COME HERE GIRL! COME HERE!" he said again. And do you want to know what he did next? He actually clicked his tongue and whistled! I mean, seriously? What part of this don't you understand? I was a male human, turned into a female pony, that is also royalty! And yet you think I forgive you for the shit you put me into, and expect me to come over there?! No way! And I don't care if you can't understand a word I say! And maybe you weren't one of the men that stuck me in a horse-trailer and tranqued me. But I don't care! It's still not enough to make me like you! Eventually, he gave up. "ALRIGHT! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO COME OVER NOW, THAT'S FINE!" he calmly yelled. "TAKE YOUR TIME!" And then, from the looks of it, he fed whatever he had in his hand to one of the horses. He then left and returned to the house. "Good riddance, bastard..." I huffed. As soon as he opened the door and entered, I continued to sit there. And seconds after he closed the door, I came to the decision to attempt my magic-breakout. I turned and faced the barbed wire that was the closes to me. I took a deep breath and pointed my horn at it. "Imagine... firing a gun..." I whispered to myself. "Or a projectile of any sort... build up your mental thought... exert all the strength... and then try to imagine something similar to what you want to do..." I took more deep breaths and tried to exert all my strength, mental and physical (sort of), to my head. I then imagined a firing projectile and... Nothing! I tried again, only more in-depth thought and strength. Again nothing. "Seriously?" I growled. Again, I tried with the same result. I cussed out the wire and cussed out my magic before turning around and sitting back on my haunches. I rubbed my forehead. "I'm gonna be here for a while, aren't I?" I muttered. College... hours later... Jeremy, Dale, Joey, and Evan all hung out together at the table, eating their dinner and discussing the whole situation. "I feel like we should go out there!" Dale exclaimed. "Judging from the creature he is, it's not safe!" "We have cars," Evan proclaimed. "And we're allowed to leave on our own spare time as long as we return to the dorms." "Perfect," Jeremy said. "We go out, find the shelter Leo's been sent to, and get him... or her... out of there!" "The closest shelter is around twenty minutes away," Dale explained. "We'll ask to go after we eat, and hope we're not too late. If we're lucky, the shelter won't be closed and Leo will still be there." "I can't believe that we're going to do this..." Joey muttered. "We'll be breaking rules, you know... they took her, breaking and entering-“ "Better than having our friend have God knows what happened to him," Evan retorted. "He may be an odd creature, but he's still our friend. And I doubt he's an alien from outer space or something." "I'm looking up hours for the animal control place right now," Dale looked up from his phone that he took out mere seconds ago. Evan, Joey, and Jeremy grouped around Dale and saw the place that they had their eyes on. "Yep..." Jeremy muttered. "I could of sworn I saw that logo on their hats..." "Then it's official," Evan proclaimed. "We go there tonight!"